So I brought some back from Maine with me. (I make it a point to get some Fluff and maple syrup every time I'm back there. Believe it or not, I'm pretty sure pure syrup is cheaper in Maine than it is in Idaho.) I make Fluffanutters for my roommates sometimes, especially when I have a big container. I just got a small one, so I keep it mostly as a hot chocolate topping. It wasn't too difficult to convert Mike over to the fact that this is possibly the best way to enjoy both hot chocolate and Fluff anyway. Except maybe...
Okay, this is where my addiction really makes itself clear. I love to eat Fluff straight out of the jar. It's just like eating marshmallows - which is a common ocurrance when living with one MariLou Conner - but it's smoother and creamier. It's like the inside of a toasted marshmallow after you take the golden skin off - all gooey and tasty. I used to sneak into the kitchen, quietly snap the lid off and grab a spoon. (Let's make that clear, a spoon. Not a shallow, pathetic little knife, a deep, wide spoon.) I'd take a great big scoop, snap the lid back on, and slip the container back into position. Then I'd sit back and enjoy the treat.
I'm sure most people have done this, but have we ever thought about the complete untraceableness of it all? I never would have open a container of peanut butter and do this. (a) I never understood why people were so addicted to eating it out of the jar anyway, and (b) It's always obvious that it's been eaten out of. Fluff on the other hand, not being a true liquid, solid, or gas, is completely untraceable. It just expands until it's once again smooth and perfect on top.
There you have it everyone. My confession of the perfect crime.